God has never been and will never be a “Religion,” irrespective of what that Religion is or may be. Without exception, unequivocally, “all” Religions are the product of “mortal, infallible and imperfect man,” hence the reason for society’s disarray caused by man’s argument about who or what is the true religion.

The saint in public is a devil in private, dealing in flour by day and in soot by night. The cake which is burned on one side; is dough on the other! A cake not turned is soon burnt on the side nearest the fire, and although no one can have too much of God, there are some who seem burnt on black with bigoted zeal for the part of truth which they have received, or are charred to a cinder with a vainglorious Pharisaic Ostentation of those religious performances which suite their humor. The assumed appearance of superior sanctity frequently accompanies a total absence of all vital Godliness.

Has God’s grace gone through the very centre of our beings so as to be felt in its divine operations in all of our powers, actions, words and our thoughts? To be sanctified, spirit, soul and body; should be our aim and prayer; and although sanctification may not be perfect in us anywhere in degree, yet it must be universal in its action; there must not be the appearance of holiness in one place and reigning sin in another, else we too, wilt be “a cake not turned.”

If it be so with me, O Lord, turn me! Turn my unsanctified nature to fire of Thy love and let it feel the sacred glow, and let my burnt side cool a little, while I learn my own weakness and want of heat when I am removed from Thy heavenly flame.

Let me not be found a double-minded man, but one entirely under the powerful influence of reigning grace; for well I know if I am left like a cake unturned, and am not on both sides the subject of Thy grace, I must be consumed for ever amid everlasting burnings!

Thomas Carlyle, [1795-1881] following Plato, [437 B.C.] pictures a man, a deep pagan thinker, having lived in a cave all his life… http://wp.me/p1wG70-eD

September 11, the innocent were on the flights
And with no comprehension, knew not their plights,
The ideologically demented – they were on board
Fanatically disillusioned, was their concept of God

In their anguish and anger they commandeered the planes With impunity for themselves, but for life, nothing but disdain, So with instructions from “Sheol” they crashed into the Towers Shockingly unimaginable destruction came in less than an hour

With so many lives that seemed headed for the grave New York’s rescuers, exemplified the true meaning of – ” brave”, Rushing into the buildings not knowing what to expect Down came the mighty Towers and the smell of death

O! Father of light and Giver of unmerited grace In this our darkest moments, show us Thine face, Bless our aching hearts with a preamble of Your plan For we trust in Your goodness, when you raise Your “right” hand

This tragedy is so immense, we just cannot comprehend But this evil, we are sure, You will bring to an “end”…

“When pain is to be borne, a little courage helps more than much knowledge, a little human sympathy more than much courage, and the least tincture of the love of God, more than all.” [C.S. Lewis] LORD, HELP US TO UNDERSTAND THE MYSTERIES OF YOUR MERCIES!